Being a Resveld in a heavy populated Miladrin city isn't the easiest for Chimodo. He often feels left out and unwanted; not to mention the extreme racism involved in his city. Chimodo is well recognized as “the warrior who saved the city of Dawn,” but doesn’t recall this event. People often stop Chim on the street and thank him, or feel the need to respect him, only for Chim to awkwardly smile and walk away. Chimodo was a war hero when the city of Dawn was under attack. Unfortunately, Chim Chim almost died, leaving him with enormous amnesia.
An annoying buzz was playing in Chimodo’s ear as he hastily opens his eyes. Feeling the grass under his light body he quickly fell into panick, the cool outside breeze sweeping his swollen face. “Wha- what?” Chim whispers to himself as he darts up off the ground, feeling his head get lighter from the sudden movement. Chim looks around to only see a vast forest and wildlife continue their normal life as he observs his surroundings. Chim doesn’t remember much of why he’s lying in a bed of grass in the middle of a forest but begins walking towards a dirt road.
Chim follows the road, panic heating up inside his chest; he feels his heart beating faster as he starts to shake. “Where am I?” he thinks to himself, desperately searching for anything that could tell him his whereabouts. Not knowing where he was going or what he was doing was scary enough, but what Chim feared most was that he didn't even know his own name.
Chim begins to reach a village and feels hope begin to spark in his chest. Maybe someone can tell him where he is. As he steps foot in the village he begins receiving stares and hearing murmers. “Is there something wrong with my appearance?” Chim begins feeling self concious and nervous as he makes sure he's wearing all articles of clothing. He rolls his plump lips in and tries to fix his hair.
“Sir, please except this gift. Thank you for fighting a hard battle, we respect your service greatly in the village of Malastite.” A man with gray hair and a raspy voices states calmly while bowing onto one knee holding out a basket of fresh bread. Chim looks around confused, he notices all the smiles and stares he is being probed with and starts to stutter. “Sir- I think you m-may have the wrong person.” Chim awkwardly spits out as he scratches the back of his head, his eyes darting all around.
“Sir Chimodo Fark, warrior who battled the great beast and saved the city of Sebaughskin, please, except my gift.” the man states shyly this time, once again offering the bread basket. “T-thank you...” Chim trails off grabbing the basket. He sure was hungry, so receiving fresh bread wasn’t the worst thing that could happen.
Chim finds a tree stump in the shade by a river and sits down trying to process the recent events. He chomps on a piece of bread, swallowing 3 pieces out of the 5 not realizing how hungry he was. Chimodo may have lost his memory but was still quite intelligent. “Maybe I have memory loss or something...” Chim murmurs to himself as he ponders on his next course of action.
Chim finishes the bread basket and heads back in town searching for someone who might be able to help. Luckily an old man sitting in front of a beaten down shack begins whispering Chimodo’s name in a raspy, weak voice.
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An annoying buzz was playing in Chimodo’s ear as he hastily opens his eyes. Feeling the grass under his light body he quickly fell into panic, the cool outside breeze sweeping his swollen face. “Wha- what?” Chim whispers to himself as he darts up off the ground, feeling his head get lighter from the sudden movement. Chim looks around to only see a vast forest and wildlife continue their normal life as he observes his surroundings. Chim doesn’t remember much of why he’s lying in a bed of grass in the middle of a forest but begins walking towards a dirt road.
Being a Resveld in a heavy populated Miladrin city isn't the easiest for Chimodo. He often feels left out and unwanted; not to mention the extreme racism involved in his city. Chimodo is well recognized as “the warrior who saved the city of Dawn,” but doesn’t recall this event. People often stop Chim on the street and thank him, or feel the need to respect him, only for Chim to awkwardly smile and walk away. Chimodo was a war hero when the city of Dawn was under attack. Unfortunately, Chim Chim almost died, leaving him with enormous amnesia.
Chim follows the road, panic heating up inside his chest; he feels his heart beating faster as he starts to shake. “Where am I?” he thinks to himself, desperately searching for anything that could tell him his whereabouts. Not knowing where he was going or what he was doing was scary enough, but what Chim feared most was that he didn't even know his own name.
Chim begins to reach a village and feels hope begin to spark in his chest. Maybe someone can tell him where he is. As he steps foot in the village he begins receiving stares and hearing murmurs. “Is there something wrong with my appearance?” Chim begins feeling self-conscious and nervous as he makes sure he's wearing all articles of clothing. He rolls his plump lips in and tries to fix his hair.
“Sir, please except this gift. Thank you for fighting a hard battle, we respect your service greatly in the village of Malastite.” A man with gray hair and a raspy voices states calmly while bowing onto one knee holding out a basket of fresh bread. Chim looks around confused, he notices all the smiles and stares he is being probed with and starts to stutter. “Sir- I think you m-may have the wrong person.” Chim awkwardly spits out as he scratches the back of his head, his eyes darting all around.
“Sir Chimodo Fark, warrior who battled the great beast and saved the city of Sebaughskin, please, except my gift.” the man states shyly this time, once again offering the bread basket. “T-thank you...” Chim trails off grabbing the basket. He sure was hungry, so receiving fresh bread wasn’t the worst thing that could happen.
Chim finds a tree stump in the shade by a river and sits down trying to process the recent events. He chomps on a piece of bread, swallowing 3 pieces out of the 5 not realizing how hungry he was. Chimodo may have lost his memory but was still quite intelligent. “Maybe I have memory loss or something...” Chim murmurs to himself as he ponders on his next course of action.
Chim finishes the bread basket and heads back in town searching for someone who might be able to help. Luckily an old man sitting in front of a beaten down shack begins whispering Chimodo’s name in a raspy, weak voice.